Contradictio in Terminis

;ALKDSFJ;ASLDKFA; I JUST DON'T KNOW HOW TO FEEL RN A;LSDKFJA;LSKDFJ

ON THE ONE HAND, I AM REALLY HAPPY BECAUSE I JUST ATE SUSHI FROM THE BLUE KITCHEN AND IT WAS LOVELY AND THE PEOPLE WERE AWESOME, AND I'M GETTING TO KNOW* THE NEW PEOPLE HERE, AND THEY SEEM REALLY NICE AND I THINK WE'LL HAVE A GREAT TIME TOGETHER

BUT

BUT

BUT

OTOH, TAMAS, JOANNA, AGNIESZKA, MILENA AND PAVOL ALL LEFT TODAY; ONLY FRANCOIS AND MICKEY ARE LEFT IN ALBERTINE NOW AND I AM SO SAD, AND I MISS EVERYONE WHO LEFT AND JUST WHY CAN'T THEY ALL COME BACK AND WE CAN ALL LIVE TOGETHER FOREVER SOB SOB SOB


( emotional deluge under the cut )

 

( this is apparently how I felt on April 28, 2010 )

 

BECAUSE PRODUCTIVITY IS FOR N00BS.

Below the cut: my partial costume for our Videodance number, which is choreographed to a Lady Gaga mashup (Bad Romance, Alejandro, Just Dance). Uh, warnings for derpy photos and me wearing revealing clothing? If this offends anyone, I apologize in advance!
( Image-heavy-ish! Also, again, I'm wearing kind of saucy clothing? IDK, IT'S GAGA!  )

I feel really weird posting this, but I'm really excited for recital, and I've never bedazzled a sports bra done my own costume before.

This is a post all about eighteenth century French literature! Because reading Diderot is just... LOLWUT. But it is not a srs!bznz post because a) LOL THE BOOK IS WRITTEN IN FRENCH, WHAT IS THIS READING COMPREHENSION YOU SPEAK OF? and (consequently), b) my summary of the book is basically as follows: two guys ride around and talk about their sexcapades.

I REALLY ENJOYED THIS BOOK. :DDDDDD

Let the record show that: 1) If I am looking up fanfiction for Jacques le fataliste, it is only because DIDEROT TOLD ME TO. Or, rather, he was all "I DARE YOU TO DO BETTER Si vous n'êtes pas satisfait de ce que je vous révèle des amours de Jacques, lecteur, faites mieux, j'y consens." WHICH IS BASICALLY THE SAME THING.

2) "Tu es mon serviteur, quand je suis malade ou bien portant, et je suis le tien quand tu te portes mal." (p.118) ;LASKDJF;LASKDJFAS YOU GUYS WHY IS IT SO ~BROMANTIC ;ASLDKJFA;LSDF (There are other examples, but I am too lazy to type up a whole paragraph of French js.)

3)... THAT IS SOME NICE BROMANCE YOU'VE GOT GOIN' ON THERE, DIDEROT.

Jacques: Bonjour, ladies.
Look at your Maître. Now back to me. Now back à votre Maître. Et encore à moi. Malheureusement, il n'est pas moi. Mais s'il ne prendrait pas une prise de tabac en regardant l'heure qu'il est, he could act like he's me. Look down, back up. Where are you? You're camping in the French countryside with your Maître. What's on your mind? I have it! It's a history of the time I learned sex didn't have to be in the missionary position. Look again. The woman is now on top! Anything is possible si c'est écrit là-haut.
Son Maître: I'm on a horse.

SOMEDAY, I WILL ACCEPT THAT NO ONE APPRECIATES BUTCHERED FRANGLAIS OLD SPICE MEMES*. UNTIL THEN, YOU'LL JUST HAVE TO PUT UP WITH ME.

*Also, why have I not been able to find one for The Eagle? STEP IT UP, FANDOM. :D

OH... MY... GOD.

I'M PUTTING A HIT OUT ON TODAY. I SWEAR TO GOD, I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL SOMETHING. SOMUCHRAGE. (And all over the internet, too; dear Twitter feed, you are more than I deserve).
( Take: 1 hormonal teenager, 1 biopsyc midterm, 6 hours of sleep, 1 toaster, 1 irresponsible housemate. Put through blender. Makes OVER NINE THOUSAND servings of teen angst. )

...WHAT DID I JUST WATCH AND WHY WAS I SOBER FOR IT.

I'm totally studying right now, I swear... *shifty eyes*

Um. UM. Today was loooooooooong and booooooooring. *shoots smiley face into wall*
( Cut to spare you my ridiculousness. For the record, yes, I do come up with these things while sober. No, I don't know what's wrong with my brain either. )

This is what I get for lack of sleep, FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF.

WHY DO I HAVE THESE CRAVINGS, I DO NOT KNOW. WHAT THE FUCK, SELF, WHAT THE FUCK.

*Is it bad that I based this off how I talk in everyday conversations? Maybe.

Guten Morgen!

I think I got eight hours of sleep last night, and it was brilliant! I also had dreams! Let me tell you about them.

So, first there was the one in which I was part of an elite spy/ninja team based on earth, and Cillian Murphy was an evil alien who lived on a distant planet and was trying to annihilate the world. I got sent up to his planet for a recon mission (he lived in a hotel, wtf), but somehow managed to get caught. (I don't think I minded too much. It was Cillian Murphy.) Then everything became all ~film noir-like, with the black and white tones, and the pinstriped, tailored, old Chicago gangster clothing. I think Cillian had a fedora. And tentacles. Anyway, after he caught he sneaking around his hotel, he asked me why I was there, and I told him I was trying to save Earth from his death ray (unfortunately, not a metaphor for his penis...). He took me to his telescope and showed me the Earth, and it was very small and very pale, but I was a bit too distracted by his gorgeousness to really comment much. Then, we did the tango, in order to distract him from blowing up my planet. It was very sultry and romantic, and I tried to seduce him at one point. I must have succeeded, at least in part, because we got to third base*. Things were getting interesting... And then I woke up and jizzed in my pants.

I fell back asleep soon after, and found myself in Toronto. I was doing my own thing, chilling somewhere, and then my parents called being like "Do you know where your brother is?". Naturally, I didn't, cause I don't stalk the kid, and I said so. Then my mom said "I'm coming to pick you up", and did so. She took me to my grandparents' house, where my brother was being arrested on drug charges WTF. My family was a mess, and my grandparents and Oma were freaking out, obviously, and David was on the fucking garage roof or some shit, and the police were trying to get him down - unsuccessfully - and in the middle of all that chaos, I woke up. Then I was all FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUU subconscious, David would totes never do drugs, I would smack some sense into that boy myself.

Now I'm off to write a German exam in T-1.5 hours. BRB, studying/imbibing coffee FOREVER.

*WHICH I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT IS

BEST WEEKEND OF MY LIFE.

Mey Two Favourites:

- Adam. Adam, Adam, Adam, Y SO GORGEOUS BB? OMG, I was enamored with his SP from the get-go (mostly because I am a dancewhore and his choreo was beautiful), and just IAS;DIFLASDTN; IDEK EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM IS JUST PERFECT, OK? HE WAS SO SWEET WHEN WE WENT TO CREEP/AMBUSH HIM, AND ;ASDKLFA;SDJKT ♥ ♥ ♥ (No, seriously, he is so graceful and stunning and fierce and flawless, etc. I just. His exhibition skate was one of the most moving things I've ever seen.)

- I can't really believe I'm saying this, but PATRICK CHAN GET IN ME NOW. I didn't stan him overly much before, but then he was so sweet when we talked to him (even though he'd just messed up his short program) and he smiled so much, and ;alsdkjfa;sd;A;SLDKFJAWNPTN BE STILL MY HEART. He was ridiculously over-scored in the SP, but I am so glad he won TBH. Totes mey favourite.

SO YES, THIS WEEKEND WAS BASICALLY MADE OF EVERYTHING AWESOME, EVER. WE MET SO MANY AMAZING PEOPLE AND IT WAS ALL JUST SO AWESOME. I'M SO GLAD IT HAPPENED.

I AM SO HEPPI O I AM SO HEPPI~